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- A Tempestade
- I am a wind across the sea, I am a flood across the plain, I am the roar of the tides, I am a stag of seven tines, I am a dewdrop let fall by the sun, I am the fierceness of boars. I am a hawk, my nest on a cliff. I am a height of poetry, I am the most beautiful among flowers, I am the salmon of wisdom. Who is both the tree and the lightning strikes it. Who is the dark secret of the dolmen not yet hewn. I am the queen of every hive, I am the fire on every hill, I am the shield over every head. I am the spear of battle, I am the ninth wave of eternal return, I am the grave of every vain hope. Who knows the path of the sun, the periods of the moon. Who gathers the divisions, enthralls the sea, sets in order the mountains, the rivers, the peoples. AMERGIN's CHALLENGE - Irish Poem
Alpinism is the art of climbing mountains by confronting the greatest dangers with the greatest prudence. Art is used here to mean the accomplishment of knowledge in action. You cannot always stay on the summits. You have to come down again... So what’s the point? Only this: what is above knows what is below, what is below does not know what is above. While climbing, take note of all the difficulties along your path. During the descent, you will no longer see them, but you will know that they are there if you have observed carefully. There is an art to finding your way in the lower regions by the memory of what you have seen when you were higher up. When you can no longer see, you can at least still know. . .
ResponderExcluirRené Daumal